Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1887-11-25

-"io'iSoS 1 udulNlul lOulu ncT IOSlCS, ana
rose to her feet. "Stay where you arc, -
she said mischievously. as she stopped
down and placed flower in the lapel Of
his coat. "Ihat is to make amends for
my rudeness. Now get up"
But the major did not rise He caught
The two little hands that had seemed to
llutter like birds against his breast, and,
looking up into the laughing face above
him, said: "Dear Mistress Thankful, darc
| remind you Of your own words, that
there be some things worth stopping forY
Think of my love, Mistress Thankful, as
q fower-lnayhap not as gracious to you
as your yiolets, but as honest and-and-
and-as"--
Ready to spring up in single night. d"
| laughed Thankful But no; get up.
majorl What would the fine ladies Of
| Nlorristown say OF your knecling at the
feet of country girl--thc play and sport
of every fine gentleman? What if Mistress
Bolton should see her own cavalier. the
modish Maj. Van Xandt, proflcring his
affections to the di>Craccd swcetheat Of q
pcrjured traitor? Leave go my hand, |
pray You major, if you rcspcct'---
She was free, yet she faltcrcd a moment
beside him, with tears quivcI 'ng on her
long brown lashes. Chen She said trcmu-
lousy, "Bise up, major Let us think no
more of this. pay you forgive me, if |
have again been rude"
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AN - 40 . ~"
aean' Inc major joined III h'r mlrth,
ainGlC ms lace was crimson ANA thcn,
WIN lIttle cry OIL alarh SHc Lew 10 ms
sIut ana pun Hcr arms around MIN.
NCep away, Keep away, Tor Heaven 8
Sahe, Ni'streSS blossom, lac Siud quickly,
vi l sliaIl plunge you INTO my mlshap,
"i.' H'oNe YOU us lluiCulouS rs myself.
But the quick Witted girl had already
leaped to an adjacent boWlder Take Off
9our S"S"' she Sald quckly; Hasten it
" YOU pclu anu throw II To me. lie dld
80 one SlruShltheu herScil back on the
Ioe ,h Now all together, she cried,
MlVh preliminary stralh on the sash; and
'nch inc corus OIL her well trained muscles
Il long pull and strong pull and pull
tHe IocA. ana 'hen she laughed; and thcu
inconsistent as 1t may appear, She became
grave, ana at once proceeded To sCrapc
nm OIL ana rub nm down with dried
ie'NCS' Win fern tWigs, with her hand
heIc!lIGI' win the border Of her mantle.
as II ne were enid, until lie blushcd
MIth "Iterha'e shame ana secret satisfac.
Vioii,
1hey spoke hut little on ttcir return to
the farm mouse, Tor Mistress Thankful
hau again become grave And yet the
sun shohe cheerlly above them; the land
scape was nlled with the joy of rcsurrcc-
uon ana rev and awakened life; the breeze
whispered gentle promises of hope and
the frultlon of their hopes in the summer
TO come And these two Jared on until
they reached the porch, with n half
Pleased, half frightened consciousness
mat they were not the same beings who
had lett 1t half hour before.
Nevertheless at the porch Mistress
Thankful regained something of her old
audaclty. A. they stood together in the
nail, she handed him back the sash She
had kept with her. As She did so. She
could not help saying: "Therc are some
things worth STOPPING for, Mai. Nan
Aandt."
~ civ ii''A hOO ChiCuldltU upon Tie
audacity of the man; and as she turned TO
fly she was caught by his strong arm. and
pinioncd to his side. She struggled. hon
estly think, and perhaps more fright
ened at her own feelings than at his
strength: but it is to be recorded thot bo
kissed her in moment of comparative
yielding, and then, frightened himself. We
leased her quickly, whereat She fled 10 her
ROOM and threw herself painting and
troubled upon her bed. For an hour or
two she lay there, with flushed checks and
conflicting thoughts. Ike must never
kiss me again." she said softly to herself,
"unless but the 1nterrupting thought
salu, Il snail die II he kiss me not again;
ana never can KISS another" And then
she was reused by footstep upon the
STAR, which in that brief time She had
learned to know and look for, and a knock
at the door. She opened it to Maj. Van
Aandt, White and SO colorless as to bring
out once more the faint red line made 10y
her riding whip two days before, as if it
had risen again in accusation. The blood